"Do you still believe your husband tried to hurt you?" he asked softly.
I looked back at him, my stare unwavering. "He did."
Thorpe let out a long, theatrical sigh and closed the file. "I see. The delusion is more deep-seated than I anticipated." He stood up and began to pace the small area behind his desk. "I’m going to speak with Jason, but I think I want to try something new. It’s a little extreme, I’ll admit, but with your current state of delusion, I believe it will work very well to bridge the gap between your fantasy and the truth."
He stopped and looked at me, a cold light in his eyes. "We will talk more tomorrow. With your husband."
He signaled for the nurse, and as I was wheeled away, the dread finally managed to pierce through the numbness. Whatever "extreme" measure he was
